A poet's hope: to be, like some valley cheese, local, but prized elsewhere.

The only way to spend New Year's Eve is either quietly with friends or in a brothel. Otherwise when the evening ends and people pair off, someone is bound to be left in tears.

The commonest ivory tower is that of the average man, the state of passivity towards experience.

If we really want to live, we'd better start at once to try.

It's frightening how easy it is to commit murder in America. Just a drink too much. I can see myself doing it. In England, one feels all the social restraints holding one back. But here, anything can happen.

We are all here on earth to help others.

Life is a picnic on a precipice.